Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Abby
“I’m not giving you any money,” Linc says, not even turning to look at Wyatt.
“You’d make me pay if you had won the damn bet,” Wyatt grumbles.
“Does it look like I have my wallet on me?” Linc asks, gesturing to the sweatpants and hoodie he’s currently rocking the hell out of.
“Later,” Wyatt says with a huff.
“Sure,” Linc says. The corner of his mouth moves ever so slightly into a smirk, but it quickly vanishes.
“He won’t remember later,” Kane whispers in my ear. A shiver runs through me at his nearness. I didn’t forget he was right here, but I was momentarily distracted by the brotherly banter.
“So… what exactly is going on in here?” Wyatt asks. All traces of his earlier irritation have vanished. Now, his eyes are alight with mischief.
“Nothing that I haven’t done with either of you,” I say. My eyes dart between the two men across the room.
Linc gives a small nod.
“Fair,” Wyatt says, his smirk growing.
The room falls quiet, like none of us knows what to say or where to go from here. We’re standing at the fork in the road. What happens while we’re all in this room will determine which path we all go down.
“One night,” Wyatt says, breaking the tension-filled silence.
All our heads whip in his direction.
“We have one night together where we forget about all the reasons why this is a bad idea.” He takes a deep breath, eyes darting around like he isn’t as sure about the next part. “One night to get it out of our system.”
One night. Could I even do that? Would it be enough?
It has to be. If I want to have any part of these men, this is the only way it’s going to happen.
My eyes move between all three of them because I don’t even know if this type of thing is something they would be on board with. I don’t find anything conclusive in the way they’re staring back at me.
“Is…” I start, but have to swallow past the nerves suddenly racing through me. “Is that something you guys would want?”
“It wouldn’t be our first time,” Linc says.
My head snaps back in shock. “All of you?”
“No,” Linc says, shaking his head. “Just Wyatt and me.”
“Oh,” I say. The realization sets in that the two of them have shared women between them before. A tiny flare of jealousy hits me, but I do my best to shove it away. I turn my head to look at Kane. “Not you.”
He shakes his head. “I was never interested in the past.”
I swallow again. “And now?”
His palm glides slowly up and down over my spine. “I’m pretty sure I’d be interested in anything that involves you.”
Warmth fills my heart. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
I search his face for any tell that he isn’t actually sure about any of this, but I don’t see anything. He seems calmly content about all of it.
“Abby,” Linc says, drawing my attention back to him. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Is this something you want? Being with all three of us?” Linc asks.
I want to agree immediately, but I know Linc well enough to know he won’t want a rushed response. He wants to know that I’m confident in my answer.
I might never have done anything like this before, but I’m more excited than nervous at the prospect of it. The only thing I’m really nervous about is walking away from this night with fewer attachments than I have right now.
This night is supposed to get these feelings out of our systems. It honestly sounds bonkers to me, but if they all think it’s possible, then I’ll figure it out.
“I want it,” I say, locking eyes with Linc. He nods. My eyes roam to Wyatt and then Kane, who are both looking at me just as seriously as Linc.
“Are you sure?” Kane asks.
I smile at him, turning my own question back on me. “Very.”
“Then let’s get this party started,” Wyatt shouts. He darts across the room and sweeps me into his arms before I can even process what he’s doing.
I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep from flying backward into the carpet.
“You better get comfy up there,” Wyatt tells Kane, nodding his head toward the head of the bed.
“Fucking why?” Kane grumbles.
“I don’t know. Maybe because you were in a fucking motorcycle accident less than a week ago,” Wyatt says, giving him a you have to be fucking kidding me look.
“I’m not going to just watch a live porn show and lie there doing nothing,” Kane grumbles.
I try to interject, but Wyatt beats me to it. “I’m not saying that. I just mean Linc, and I can get the engine started… get it greased up and ready.”
“Gross,” I say, lightly smacking the back of Wyatt’s head. I meet Linc’s eye. He’s laughing quietly to himself, obviously as entertained by their squabbling as I am.
“Okay,” Wyatt says, cringing a little. “Maybe it was a bad word choice.”
“Maybe?” Kane asks, eyes widening to emphasize the absurdity of their argument.
“You know what I meant,” Wyatt says.
Kane rolls his eyes, but moves up the bed. He lounges against the pillows. He even situates a pillow under his right arm to make it more comfortable.
“Happy?” he asks, tossing his left hand in the air.
“Yes,” Wyatt says. He marches to the foot of the bed, setting me on my feet. He turns back to look at Kane. “Enjoy the show.”
I can tell from here that he’s clenching his teeth. He kind of looks like he’s going to murder Wyatt.
“Kane,” I say, pulling his attention to me. The sharpness in his gaze softens when his eyes settle on me. “Just look at me. Okay?”
He lets out a breath, then nods.
I didn’t even realize Linc had moved from the doorway, but suddenly, his lips are ghosting down my neck.
“All of us know how gorgeous you are when you come.” His breath on my neck sends shivers down my arms. “You ready to come in front of all of us at the same time?”
Crap. If he keeps up this level of dirty talk, I’m going to come from the most feather-light touch imaginable.
“Yes,” I whisper because I really do want to come. I might have made myself come last night with Linc’s guidance, but this is a whole other level of hot that I can’t resist a second longer.
“Good,” Wyatt says before he grabs my face and kisses me. My hands grip his forearms, bracing against the intensity of the kiss.
The passion he pours into it matches my own. It’s slightly messy and chaotic but beautiful in its own right.
I gasp into the kiss when Linc starts pressing open-mouthed kisses down the length of my neck.
It creates a tickling sensation that makes me want to squirm out of my skin but, oddly, makes me even more freaking horny than I already was. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.
Linc’s hands move up under my hoodie and slowly slide over my stomach. His movements stop when he gets to the underside of my breasts.
“Naughty,” Linc whispers in my ear as Wyatt nips at my bottom lip. “Our girl isn’t even wearing a bra.”
Kane and Wyatt both groan. I dart my gaze over to Kane, who’s staring at me with lust-filled eyes. He obviously likes what he sees because there’s a prominent bulge tenting the front of his sweatpants.
Linc and Wyatt work together to shift me, so I’m facing Kane. Linc stays standing behind me, while Wyatt drops to his knees before me.
“Arms up,” Lincs says as he starts to pull the hem of the sweatshirt upward.
I raise my arms over my head. I can feel my nipples pebbling as soon as the air hits them.
Linc tosses the sweatshirt to the side. “Mmm,” he says, peeking over my shoulder at them. His callused fingers graze over them, and I let out a quiet whimper.
“You don’t need to be quiet tonight,” Kane says.
“Right,” I breathe out. I’m already breathless, and they’ve barely done anything to me so far.
“I want to hear all your beautiful moans and whimpers,” Wyatt says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and underwear at the same time. He slides them down my legs with ease and helps me step out of them.
I can feel all three of their intent stares as they take me in. I’ve never felt more desired than I do at this very moment.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Abby,” Kane says. The gentleness in his words is a contradiction to the lust obviously coursing through him.
“Perfect,” Linc mutters with a kiss to my shoulder.
“Stunning,” Wyatt says, pressing his lips to my thigh.
This is a level of cherished I didn’t know was possible to feel. These three men are making me feel things—dangerous things.
Wyatt’s kisses travel further up my thigh until he’s right above my clit. “Spread your legs a little for me,” he says.
Linc’s arms band around me, so I can lean back into him as I step my feet a little farther apart.
The first lick of Wyatt’s tongue is gentle. The barely-there contact makes me buck against the two men I’m sandwiched between.
Wyatt’s hands slide over the muscles of my thigh as he licks the entire length of my pussy. He and I both groan in unison.
“Fuck… you taste good,” Wyatt says, looking up at me with lust-drunk eyes.
I let my head fall back against Linc’s shoulder, my eyes staying locked on Kane.
Wyatt continues to slowly take me apart with laps of his tongue. I want to slide my fingers into his hair and press him harder against me.
That, combined with Linc’s lips and fingers grazing over my sensitive skin, is driving me wild in the best way possible.
I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t come soon. The need is laying claim to each and every one of my brain cells.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” Kane asks.
I swallow past the dryness in my mouth because of how hard I’m breathing. “Yes,” I pant.
Linc drags his fingers down my side and over my ass. Tingles erupt from each nerve his fingers come in contact with on their journey.
I’m so lost in the sensations they’re drawing out of me, I don’t realize what he’s doing until one of Linc’s fingers dips inside of me. I let out a surprised moan, feeling Linc inside of me while Wyatt continues to lick and kiss my clit.
Linc slides in another finger, curling them until he hits just the right spot. I don’t know whether to grind back onto his fingers or forward against Wyatt’s face.